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Continue reading →: Shots fired
It’s always a little shocking when it happens. A sudden surge of irritation. It happens in an instant, like three quick pistol shots inside my head. Pew! An inane noise, like the door slamming shut louder than usual. Pew! An innocuous action, like the fridge door being left open a…
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Continue reading →: Going HomeThe concept of turning into a grown-up is a strange one. You don’t really realise when it begins to happen. You feel young, you feel wild, you go out and party, you socialise, attend concerts and comedy shows, and you know most pop-culture fads. And one day, all of a…
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Continue reading →: Night and DayI was always a good girl because being good was a value fed to us even before we took our first bite of solid food I always thought good vs bad was always as simple as night vs day but we often forget that in the myriad shades of the…
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Continue reading →: A Sliver of Time
Everything is replaceable until you willingly commit to notice the slow, unwavering passage of time As the whites in my hair race to match up to those in mum’s As papa’s wrinkles seem just a little more pronounced through the blurry video call It makes itself palpable with a nuanced,…
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Continue reading →: I’m Sorry, Friend
I’m sorry, friend. I’m sorry if I backed out of the video call we had painstakingly planned. I’m sorry I couldn’t reminisce all those times we spent together laughing our asses off on the streets of Bangalore, walking over each other’s feet, stumbling, hoping to have ice-cream in the middle…
Hello,
I’m Astha
Welcome to my blog. I use this space as a pensieve: a place to store my memories and feelings. It’s a rest house. An easy chair. A watering hole for the soul. I’m glad you’re here. Take a look around, make yourself at home ☕
Butterflies and Hurricanes 